It is 1:24 AM and I have just been duped by the Airedale. He starts bugging and barking and pawing at me. I think, well OK if you really need to pee....
I got the door halfway open, and Jake bolted. Gone for at least 15 minutes. If it was a conspiracy, then Murphy got duped too, because he didn't make it past the doorstep when his leash brought up. It is raining and cold and icky out, and I did not want to be outside in my 'jammies for any reason, let alone to be searching for the dogs. He had been so good up until now... well the gig is up. Now there will be no doors opening until the leashing has been completed.
Sailorgirl,
The sailboat they bought is in the boatyard right now having "minor" repairs done to her engine. They are in the south central area of Fla in an inland lake I think is called Okachobee.... not sure of the spelling. The name of the town starts with "Cle..." but I am too lazy to go get my 'Gator T-Shirt to remember the exact place...maybe it will come to me.... "Odaat" is a 32' Dreadnaught that my Dad found online and felt she needed a loving hand to return her to her previous glory. He may have taken some clue from her name though...Odaat is just an acronym for One day at a time, and it appears he may need that kind of patience just to get out to sea. I haven't heard from them since Easter Sunday, so they very well may be on their way now.
Godspeed, family
Just before my Mom left she gave me a true-crime novel to read called " And the Sea Will Tell", by Vincent Bugliosi. She loved the references to sailing in it. I love that she can overlook the double murder on an uninhabited south seas atoll in order to see the sailing references. I guess you just have to love sailing folk.
It sounds like a nice sail your hubby will be taking. The part I worry about is anywhere North of New York. It is just a case of worrying about the things I am familiar with, cold water, strong winds. I don't even think I have started to worry about those semi-tropical problems like sharks
Naw, it will be a terrific trip for them. I am glad to see my Dad living out his passion.
Oh, and just a sidenote....my daughter Jasmine turned 5 on April 12th, and I think I have what will be a true Newf- owner for life. Murphy stole an Easter candy out of her hand. She didn't even miss a beat, and reached inside that cavernous maw of his, retrieved the candy, examined the wrapper to make sure he didn't wreck it, took the plastic off it, and ate it. Then with a little candy coated finger pointed to the floor, ordered him to "GO LAY DOWN" which he did.
Have a great day everyone
Kelly